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March 27, 2005

dream jobs? permalink

I know a number of us "running" blogger-types work high-tech jobs. I work in a non-profit, but I really can't complain about pay—it's quite possibly ruined me for library work.

Two of my most satisfying jobs were as cabdriver and as a UPS sorter, and I still think that there must be some adult job that would take advantage of my excellent cartography and directional skills. But what is that job?

When I saw Hollie on Saturday, we chatted briefly about working at UPS. It went like this:

Hollie: I can't believe we both worked at UPS.

vj: damn, that was the best job evar!

Hollie: What are you talking about? I was covered with bruises! I have pictures of my thigh, and it was bruise upon bruise!

But it was the best job evar! That combination of workout and brain challenge—I loved it. So it's not too surprising that I loved this: A Coder in Courierland. Now, I doubt I could do that. Long ago and far away I was doored, and I spent a summer learning to walk again, and that experience still informs every bike ride. But it's kinda romantic to think about bike couriering.

So what's your dream job? And is it realistic?

Posted at March 27, 2005

Comments

heh... wanna see that picture? okok, i know it's weird and kinda, well, gross, but still! bruisey!

http://www.cheezblok.com/upsispain.jpg

i work at reed college, fixin' macs all the livelong day. it is, and i do not feel i am exaggerating in saying this, the perfeect job for me. insane west coast ivy league where one is encouraged to bring one's pet to work as a matter of practice? playing with macs all day? yes, please!

plus i still have to hurl heavy objects on occasion and i don't get in trouble for kicking boxe... er, PACKAGES here. almost got my ass canned for being a package kicker more than once at UPS.

say, i think i might come to that thing at powell's tonight. i see you there!

Posted by: AC Hollumns at March 28, 2005 12:32 PM